What was a soul like, Naminé wondered. She had been seized with the urge, while talking to Roxas, to illustrate the process of becoming a Nobody. Drawing the separate pieces would be easy enough, but how did one illustrate a soul?

Physical objects were so much easier to draw than abstract concepts—even if you didn't know how it worked, you could pick it up and examine it, learning with sight, smell, and touch.

Nobodies, while not complete beings, still possessed remnants of their former selves. Remnants of the body. Remnants of the soul. Naminé could feel the flesh easily enough, letting her know that there was still something there. She could tell how it worked. But a soul…

It frustrates her, because it is one of the few things she has left, this intangible, unknowable thing that gives her life…and yet, she cannot even touch it.